Chris couldn't believe what he was doing as he pulled into Michael's house. He could feel the music vibrate throughout the yard as he walked into the crowd. He normally hated Halloween, never got into the parties or any of that sort of thing. Yet one of his best friends, Michael, had always thrown a Halloween party, and Chris had always attended. This year was no different; in fact, he had even come up with a sort of costume, since Michael had required it. Granted, there wasn't much to it; the shirt was ripped slightly from the neckline to his shoulder, and he had rips in his jeans. The final touches was some dark make-up around his sky-blue eyes and slightly tousling his dark hair, thus making him a fairly decent looking zombie.
Some people, he saw, had gone all out. Elaborate costumes, well done make-up, some of them had really gotten into the whole costume idea. As he got futher into the crowd, he could make out Michael, who hadn't done much dressing up, at least in Chris' mind anyway. He was in his usual dark jeans and black shirt, this one embolized with the band Slipknot. Michael had grown his goatee out, and now it was in that starving artist/homeless guy goatee that he had told Chris he was going for.
"Dude, you made it!" Michael came over to Chris and thumped him on the back. "Good thing too, since Aimee's been looking for you."
"Don't do that to me, Michael. You know she's not here."
"She is!" Michael jerked his thumb behind them. "She actually came this year, and she asked if you were coming. I swear it."
Despite his better judgement, Chris gave Michael a look, then headed off to see if Aimee really was at the party or not. He made his way through the mass of people, his mind on Aimee. They hadn't seen each other since the previous summer, when he had been home from college. Although they weren't very close, Aimee had a way of making him feel special. Maybe it was the fact that no matter who she was talking to, she always greeted them with a smile. That was one of the things he liked about her; the fact that she wasn't fake.
He spotted her dancing with a group of people they had gone to high school with. She had dyed her hair a maroon color, the dark shade went nicely with her pale skin. She was dressed entirely in black, three silver hoops in each ear, and silver rings completed her look. Despite the heavy tones of the music, she swayed back and forth to some part of the song that Chris obviously didn't hear. He thought she looked beautiful, swaying with her arms raised. She must have felt his stare, since she turned suddenly and smiled at him. He took that as an invitation and walked over to her.
"You made it!" she said. She smiled and gave him a quick hug. "I know you're not much for these types of things, but I'm glad Michael somehow talked you into it."
"I'm surprised you're here. Don't you usually hand out candy to trick-or-treaters?"
"Yeah, but all the kids on my street are getting too old for trick-or-treating, or at least that's what their parents tell them, so Michael asked me to come to the party. He usually does, but this year I took him up on it."
"So what are you supposed to be?" Chris ran through his list of things she could possibly be; theatre chick, or something of that nature, when she grinned.
Her cainines were unusually pointed. "I'm your modern vampire. You know, like how they all were on Buffy the Vampire Slayer."
"So are you going to bite me, then?"
"If you're good...on second thought, I'll probably just bite you anyway." Smiling, Aimee grabbed two cups off the drink table and led him away from the music.
They headed in the direction of an open field that served as the parking lot. Aimee led the way to her car, a 1990 T-top Camero. They both sat on the hood, looking up at the sky. Unlike Michael's yard, where the trees seemed to cover the sky, the field had been cleared away years ago, and the stars sparkled above them. They sat in silence for a while, occasionally sipping their drinks. Chris didn't know what exactly they were drinking, but it had a sort of fruity flavor to it.
"This is nice, you know?" Aimee had been looking up at the sky, but now she turned to face Chris.
"What is?" He had been lost in his contemplation of what was in the drinks to notice that Aimee had scooted closer to him. She smelled like pumkins and cinnimon, and the alcohol was taking effect in his brain. It was like his head felt fuzzy, almost like he was floating. 'This is some good shit,' he thought. He glanced over at Aimee to see she was smiling.
"You're really pretty when you smile." He said, and before Aimee could answer him, he kissed her. She tasted good too, a mix of the alcohol and something undefinable. He felt her hands move over his shoulders and then to his neck. His own hands slid down to the base of her back, where he applied a small amount of pressure. Aimee moaned in his mouth, then pulled away with a grin on her face.
"Not that I don't like this or anything, but the hood of my car isn't the most comfortable place for this." With that, she hopped off and went around to the passenger side of her car.
"Get in."
Chris walked around and got in the car. He wondered if Aimee would go to the driver's side, when she sat in his lap, facing him. "So, where did we leave off?" Chris pulled her close and kissed her again. Aimee shifted so she was crouching astride him on her knees. Chris' hands shifted up and down her legs, finally deciding to cup her ass. Aimee's hands were now tugging at the hem of his shirt, pulling it upwards a little at a time. Chris lifted up his arms, and his shirt was soon in the back seat. Seconds later, her shirt followed. Chris paused a moment to catch his breath and look at her.
